My name is Hattie, I am 16 years old and a junior in high school. I am fat, I am bisexual, and I am Chinese. When I was younger my peers would taunt me with the nickname “Fattie Hattie”. Even though I’m over it, I still get anxious when people start rhyming my name. “Hattie Pattie Bo battie” because they most always stop abruptly and quickly change topic and it is evident that they have realized that my name rhymes with the cursed insult “Fattie”. It is hard to ignore me, I’m loud, I have pink hair and well, I take up more space than most people. It’s people like you that help me realize that “Fattie Hattie” doesn’t need to be an insult. It can be a term of endearment. Fat isn’t a bad word, fat isn’t something I have to be ashamed of. I am fat. It’s factual, I am fat and there is no reason why I shouldn’t be proud, and if not proud, at least okay. I am so grateful that blogs like this exist. Although everyday is a struggle to be accepting of my self and kind to my body, it is so much easier when you know you’re one in an army of many trudging through the mud of unrealistic societal standards and the cruelty of bigots.
